The dust from the moving van had hardly settled before young Mike went to explore the old garden. It was a little boy’s paradise, overgrown shrubs and trees creating the perfect jungle for active minds. The parents, busy moving furniture, did not notice his absence. Then they heard the cry, “Mum, Dad, help, I’m stuck.”
They rushed out and saw a thin tree waving with the weight of a little boy.
“Den quick, help him down.”
Den calmly said, “Maria, stop fussing. Please go inside and put the kettle on. I’ll deal with this. You’re going to make him panic.”
She went inside and stood, hands over her mouth, watching through the kitchen window at the unfolding scene.
Den climbed through the undergrowth to stand at the bottom of the tree. By now, Mike, white-faced and gripping the thin branch, sobbed. “Dad, help, I’m frightened.”
Den spoke in a firm, soft tone. “You are such a brave boy to get up there all on your own. It is time to get down now, though.”
A sniffle then in a stronger voice, Mike said, “I wanted to see how high I could climb.”
Den said, “You’ve made a brilliant discovery today. You can climb high, just like a little monkey.”
Mike smiled down at his father, who said, “Now what are you going to do?”
“I’ll stretch one leg down to the next branch. When I feel it, I’ll cling to the stem and slip a little down.”
“Good lad, then carry on like that, and you’ll be on the ground before you know it.”
Soon enough, the lad landed safely on the ground beside his Dad.
“Thanks, Dad. I did it all on my own!”
© Felicity Edwards